"No," she sobbed. "That's what it was about in court. But not now, Tyler. That's not why I'm here now. That's not why I'm trying my hardest to show you I've changed."
She looked at me, her face tear streaked, some of her hair plastered to the waterworks on her cheeks.
"You see it, don't you? You know I'm telling you the truth, right?"
"I see a scared little girl," I said. "A scared little girl who's pissed away her life so far, and now she's worried about losing the last thing she's got."
She whipped her head back and forth. "No, Tyler. That's not true. I want us to be friends. Even if you never take me back, I still don't want you to hate me. You can. You have every right to."
I said nothing, kept my mouth clamped tighter than a tick.
"I know all about your book," she pleaded. "I kn
